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While doing the dishes in the kitchen you are suddenly interrupted by a pounding at the door. You dry your hands and the pounding at your door continues but this time much louder. “Ok ok I’m coming geez, cool your jets” you mutter, annoyed by the infernal pounding at your door and the impatient mystery guest. You answer it to find a tall, muscular Caucasian man looking down at you. He was bald with blue eyes and goatee. He wore black tight t-shirt that had a picture of big white skull with black eye sockets and red pupils in the center. Under it, it read ‘Austin 3:16’. “Hey Turd, you fave a piece at Mobis-New-Nest?” he asks as he glares you down with a serious look on his face. You half smile while looking up and reply “Yes I suppose I did”. “But you didn’t comment did you?” the bald man said. “Um I’m sorry but I didn’t” You reply blushing as you feel embarrassed for not doing so. “Congratulations asshole, your day is about to get a hell of a lot worse” said the bald man. “I don’t under…” before you could finish your sentence the bald man grabs your head and holds it with one hand behind your head; the bald man turns his body and takes your head upon his shoulder and drops his body down with such full force the impact stuns your head and you fall back in pain. The bald man gets up and looks down at you on the floor as you cover your head in pain “Thanks for the fave but next time you better comment or I’m gonna come back here and open me another can of whoop-ass and THAT’S THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE STONE COLD SAYS SO!” said the bald man and with that he leaves in pain, clutching your head as the tears stream from eyes as you curse the day you ever faved a piece at Mobis-New-Nest.